How Are You Being Creative?

It takes a lil' thinking to remember all the great crafting, baking inspirations in my life.

My mom tops the list, always 'collecting (what seems to be) junk' ... HAHA, to make incredible things.  All too familiar with her works of art, since every piece of art on the walls both at home and in a family business in St.Lucia is/was done by my mother.  Needless to say, throughout my already 10 year marriage, consisting of three US state relocations and numerous homes, my mother's art hangs in my every home too!

'Though, my mom has not been my only source of inspiration, Aunty Avril whom I consider 'my second mom,' could also take anything and make it brand new.  Different from my mom, in that she can sew.  So I'll never forget her living room makeover of various pink sateen cushions and curtains.  And what a knack, she has for gift wrapping.  There is just as much love, if not more in the wrapping than the gift itself.

... And I credit both these ladies, to showing me that anything old can be made new again.  You just need to visualize it and breathe new life into it!

Another fairly young inspiration has always been Cathy Walker. I tease cause over the summer we joked about her turning the big 4-0! Cathy not much older than I am, has had her own St.Lucian television show and owns a home decor boutique between St.Lucia and Sweden.

A month ago, Cathy posted an album 'Pottery Painting Time' with the comment, "Really enjoying getting back into this." Instantly, I wanted to go buy a plain white dining set. I have not as yet, but Cathy has inspired me to recreate! She expresses to me, "Girl, this is what I call balancing the soul. So needed to find an outlet where I could heal myself after much trauma over the last 3 years." It's amazing the creativity when we quench our soul!



Miss Universe Trinidad and Tobago 2011, Gabrielle Walcott  has been another source of inspiration. For the past couple of weeks, particularly on Fridays, with the recent curfew restrictions in Trinidad, she's been occupying her time working on her first oil paintings. Totally FAB, is that she enjoys her glass of wine while doing so.  Since I am pregnant, I enjoy the thought of having that glass of wine with her.  Envisioning my idea of the ambiance ...  white wine, oil paint, a tropical breeze and some music.  LOL!

Yesterday, she posted the following picture and asked, "Working on my first oil paintings 11x14 and 12x16! What do you do when it's curfew?"


Even, blogger The Kinky Chronicle's recent post 'Rhinestones, Hot Glue and a Dream!' shows how she made her recent Halloween mask. Just assessing the time spent on it as practice for what she has in mind for the Trinidad Carnival 2012 season.  ...And I'm right there with her *seeing eye to eye*, I feel you girl!  LOL!

I, on the other hand,  spent my October ... carving my first ever Halloween pumpkin. I almost feel like this was a step to eventually do some sort of wood work ... or I'm bloody good with a knife! LMAO!

I also decided to spend some of my time learning to decorate cakes. ... And all the flowers seen below are edible cake decorations made by me. I don't even know why I took so long to learn this.  Considering that my granny baked for most of my life, and my cousin Natasha has kept the art of cake decorating very much alive. So honored that my cousin was excited for me, and said "you'll have to start making my flowers for me."

The point is there really was no reason to learn to do this ... other than, being inspired while playing with my daughter's play-doh and always seeming to manipulate it into flowers, I said "why not give it a go?"  Just sign up for a class.  ... And I'm happy I did, cause now I have this creative skill to show.







And in the midst of it all ... APPLE's Steve Jobs dies, and I heard him talk about his calligraphy class which he discussed at the 2005 Stanford commencement address.

"...17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. 


It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: 


Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating. 


None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. 


Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."


4 comments

  1. So true! I've gotten the itch to start working with furniture again.... I bought 6 antique chairs from a garage sales and craigslist, with the hope about breathing new life into them. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle!

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  2. Girl, I didn't even expect to see my little mask here. : )Thanks for the shout out! I'll be sure to post an update regarding where my creative energy leads me to next.; ) The flowers by the way are AMAZING! Well done.

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  3. Hi Nyree :)

    Thank you so much for your kind words and for including me in your post :-) the evening you described is really just a perfect evening and it's nice to know someone out there might be sharing a similar experience :-)

    Love Gabrielle

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  4. Nyree you know I will always have a special place in my heart for you and Wayne. I still see all of us squeezing up in the back seat of the car.....lol. Your posts are very interesting and so happy to hear that you find me to be an inspiration because I find you to be just the same....'an inspiration.'

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